Dinner

I found her in July 1994, under a car in front of my house in fully urban Chicago, as a desperately squawking hungry defenseless fledgling maybe 2 months old: whence her name. Something would have eaten her within an hour. . . .

Instead, she lived a good life, eating sunflower seeds, but also treats like bananas, almonds, and Cheerios or anything made of oats; sometimes sitting on the scanner in my office or, as here when she was just a few weeks old, walking around on the breakfast table: